Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.